Swiftcurrent Creek the two weed spots, the two hot glocks

Grayday looked between the two a moment longer, still mistrustful, before something in him began to relax. There was something about the brown male that soothed Grayday's nerves - he felt as though he could trust the man's word. It would be some time before he'd trust any of them alone with his kids, but he was sure they felt the same about him.

"I'm Grayday," he offered, wagging his tail in a futher display of friendliness. "These two are Sunny and Dawn, and @Adeline is around here somewhere." He pointed to each child in turn, and then gestured vaguely when he mentioned Adeline. She was nearby, no doubt, and had probably just wandered off to take a drink somewhere the kids hadn't stirred the water up into mud. Maybe she'd just gotten tired of them altogether - he knew the pair could be a handful, sometimes.

"We're just out on a trip, but if you can stick around with us, if you're looking for safety in numbers," he said agreeably, thinking that it would be good for his own family, as well. "That way the kids could have someone to play with, and we can all get a turn at sleeping, for once."